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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

YMCA group meeting, the case Aingeal couldn't resist

**Warning Slightly Mature Content**

Hello everyone my name is **** ******* and I survived a rape. Here's my story...

I was on my way home from an emergency walk with my puppy Binny and I went through the back door of the complex, off the parking lot. There was a man coming down the stairs as I came in. He was wearing blue jeans and a white shirt with a baseball cap blocking me from seeing his eyes. Just as we passed he grabbed me, throwing his hand over my mouth and threw me to the stairs. He held me down and threatened to hurt my puppy. What kind of person would hurt a puppy? At first I fought, but he had Binny's leash.. he had put his leash over the stair rail and he started pulling on the leash, lifting poor Binny's front paws off the ground and he started whimpering. My God I didn't know what to do, my poor baby, so I gave in. He raped me, right there on the back stairs to my apartment complex, then he walked away and left Binny and I there, both of us whimpering from his abuse.

It was a while before someone else came in and found me there, my face all bruised and my pants still around my ankles as I clutched at Binny, rocking in shock. They called the police and sat with me until they came. You know those security cameras that supposedly keep us safe? They were turned off, the b@$tard knew it too! They still haven't caught him, but the cameras are on now, and there's a security guard at the back door. I still don't feel safe.

This is what I hear when I go to these meetings, women being abused and used by men... no monsters... that remain free to hurt others. This is why I do what I do, to set things right. not everyone will agree with me, but I do not care, I don't do it for them, I do it for those poor women living in fear.